I Hate Feet

If anyone knows me, I hate feet. I think they are possibly the most disgusting part on a persons body. I don't care who you are, my husband, my friend, a baby I don't like your feet. They smell, you are on them all day and they are just plain ugly. If anyone wants to get on my extreme bad side, rub your feet on me and think it's funny. Also when you decide to do this, plan on me not talking to you for a good couple of weeks. It totally grosses me out. The weird part about me hating feet is how much I love running. Running ruins your feet. Ask Evan. I think he is ready to throw up when he looks at mine. Well, seeing how I have to run on Saturday I got new running shoes last Friday. Yes, I'm well aware I should've gotten these new shoes three weeks ago to properly break them in but I didn't. So I have been trying to break these amazing shoes by Saturday. Will it happen? No. Do I have wishful thinking? Yes. Well the result of all these shoe issues are my feet hate life right now. I went to the doctor, for yearly checkups like any individual would and she saw my feet. Her response, you're going to get an infection from how awful those are. Super. Her solution? Wrap my feet in saran wrap with vaseline. Ok, that sounds fun right? So here I am trying to get my feet all wrapped up, pop all my blisters meanwhile keeping both dogs off the bed so they stop stealing all the equipment I'm using for this project. Evan walks in, you need help? No, I am determined to finish this on my own, because I don't want him touching my feet or anything. I finally get done and I cover this mess in my fuzzy socks(which of course Alta wants to attack this fuzzy monster) and hobble around the house the rest of the night. Long story short, this is the exact reason I hate feet. Salt water is next on the list to get rid of the blisters and liquid bandage. Gotta love feet. P.S. Sorry this post was gross.